Each day it’s ever more true:
There is less daylight.
Name: Stonehenge Ales Pig Swill
Venue: The Bell, Amesbury, Wiltshire
Review/notes: I’ve had Pig Swill before and forgot that the name wasn’t just ironic.
On the ride down to Amesbury, it was noticeable that the sun has already assumed the cruel recessive tilt toward winter but, against the summer crops, it is still gorgeous. We’re losing three minutes per day right now.
This was the start of an 11 mile pub run some of which went past an MoD air base with this signage which I felt comfortable shooting:
And this other signage which Google Street View was more comfortable shooting:
It reminded me of an album I bought at a headshop in Alton, Illinois 30 years or so ago:
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]